Song for Ochún

Donna Oefinger dancing for Ochún with Axe Dide.

Youngest orixa, wife of Xango,
colors are yellow and white and gold,
glittering bright like the dazzle and flow
of waters that run to the seas of the world.
Feel the rhythm, pulse in the sound,
water it flows from the highest ground,
water and steam, pressure and ice,
trickle and swells, cuts like a knife.
Churn and splash, the source of life
canyon fills when the time is right.
Ochún she directs and she makes the plan,
flirts with Ogun and the will of man,
flirts with the sky and the blue expanse,
nurtures the world giving life a chance,
flirts with the desert, the heat of the sun,
flirts with them all, comes back to the one.
Winks in the glint from a drop of rain,
water it cleanses, eases the pain,
raise your eye to the clouds in the sky,
dark with the rain, bright with the light,
birth to the world from a life beyond,
instructs with the patience and will of a god,
come on,
come on.

Give it up, can you feel my flow?
The sound of a, waterfall,
the sound of a, river swoll,
the chill of the, ice and snow, come on.

Ochún she directs and she makes the plan,
flirts with Ogun and the will of man,
flirts with the sky and the blue expanse,
nurtures the world giving life a chance,
flirts with the desert, the heat of the sun,
flirts with them all, comes back to the one.
Honey it runs in the golden light,
tempts Ogun, his eyes are bright,
honey runs off the back of her thighs as she’s
moving the earth with the twist of her waist in the
dark of the night when the time is right and
closer and closer the rhythm is born and then…
… vanished…

Give it up, can you feel my flow?
The sound of a, waterfall,
the sound of a, river swoll,
the chill of the, ice and snow, come on.